motive no hope, ah Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face One motive no hope, ah, yeah Born without a face, without a face
Powder War Can't Waste A Day When The Night Brings A Hearse So Now I'm Rollin' Down Rodeo Wit A Shot Gun These People Ain't Seen A Brown Skin Man Since
译文: 怒斥机. 没有一个人脸.
译文: 怒斥机. 如果没有一个面（直播）.
译文: 怒斥机. 鬼没有脸.
A Factory Floor The Remains Left Chained To The Powder War Can't Waste A Day When The Night Brings A Hearse So Now I'm Rollin' Down Rodeo Wit A Shot Gun
Get a muthafuckin' chance again Because the power is the rage that can devour Gotta make that fear descend Without it, you ain't shit And you ain't shit to me Berating, a
skin Without wearing water wings The strike against the stream hopelessly believing they might swim Here they all come rushing down again Here they all
beginning I'm finger far game got the pen upon the choker and I'm spitting ink at a page Simply amazed I'm crazed leave rappers emblazoned [? ] thoughts [? ] Rage against the machine, the face of the grand machine
